Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.